- Abbey Bartlet: You all right?
- Sam Seaborn: Yes ma'am.
- Abbey Bartlet: Sure you don't want some acetylsalicylic acid?... Aspirin, my brother.
- Sam Seaborn: What a dumb major you had.
- Leo McGarry: We're not going to stop, soften, detour, postpone, circumvent, obfuscate or trade a single one of our goals to allow for whatever extracurricular nonsense is coming our way in the next few days, weeks and months.
- Toby Ziegler: When did we decide this?
- Leo McGarry: Just now.
- Abbey Bartlet: Oh, Oliver. Do you know what peripheral neuropathy indicates?
- Oliver Babish: No, but I don't really care that much.
- Sam Seaborn: [to Joey, as Kenny translates] These numbers aren't going to mean anything, right? With the hypothetical and the lack of context? Plus the preexisting level of trust.
- C.J. Cregg: Yeah.
- Sam Seaborn: I'm saying he's got numbers like Walter Cronkite.
- Joey Lucas: Yeah.
- Josh Lyman: Is there anything in there that we're gonna like?
- Joey Lucas: [Kenny translates] We are, in fact, eating more beats.
- Josh Lyman: Okay.